Picnics On Dead Grass
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hannahdycusJo. 16 years old. I write poems.
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Picnics On Dead Grass

by hannahdycus

I will love you until the only thing left of me

are the flowers that grew from my bones

and I would hope you would love me too, then,

when all I am is sunflowers and daisies

growing in the spot we had our picnics

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johnchangBronze Commajust a man discovering his superpowers
a year agoReply
This made me wonder why is it we want to have a love like this dog.. https://youtu.be/WEQ_-yJr... Certainly, we want those we love to be happy and to continue without us.. yet, not entirely at the same time - Strange.. isn't it?

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
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This is exquisite. I always love your work. The images brought forth by your words are in brilliant colors.